Must… update… more!
Me: *Sob* I'm really pushing myself hard to update! All this time I've been on FF, (A year!) all I've done is favorite stories and dragged my useless virtual butt around!
Fang: And reviewed. And stick up for other authors. And have a pm war.
Me: They get it. So enjoy;)))
Notes to my first EVER reviewers!:
Camp Half Blood: Ha, no I thought of Twisted Sister first, but come to think of it, Glee Project does do that song! And thank you=)
Don't Suffer From Insanity: Yes, I've every book at least 5 times lol. New recruit for what, though? Thank you to you, too=)
Claiming the diss!: I own nothing. Everything goes to Rick Riordan. And I'm clearly not him.
ACT 9
"Fai," said a familiar voice behind Frank. He turned and saw his grandmother, her wrinkled face disapproving. She smacked her gums and shuffled toward him.
"Yes Grandmother?"
"Put down that bow and come inside."
Frank reluctantly put down his quiver and bow and followed his grandmother. To his surprise, she went into the attic. Assuming he shouldn't follow, he stood patiently at the foot of the staircase.
"Well?" his grandmother demanded, "Are you coming or not?"
"Oh, uh, o-of course," Frank said, realizing his mistake. He hoped this wasn't a trick.
"Fai," she began again, "Keep this safe."
Frank took the little wrapped package carefully. What was it? A weapon? Something so deadly, even grandmotherdidn't know? He carefully unwrapped it, cautious. Inside, instead of the worlds deadliest weapon he found… a stick.
"Um, wow Grandmother, thank you…" He said, unsure what to do with the small piece of driftwood.
"Foolish boy," Grandmother sighed "This is not what you think it is. Your life depends on it."
My life depends on a… half burned stick of wood. Great.
So, grandmother informed him that he better pack his bags, because he was leaving.
As Frank packed his bags, his Grandma went for a nap. Quietly she began to sing.
I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by,
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad.
How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun
Want to feel your warmth upon me
I want to be the one
I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much to deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
I'm so afraid to love you
But more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness
Deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me life…..
END ACT 9
